Le baiser de la Mort

In fact, it was only a short month before he truly became the god of death.

Just like the human world he was in before his death, there is a probationary period for work, so he has to go through a three-month probationary period when he becomes the god of death.

He forgot when he died, but he didn't bother with it anymore after he knew he had become an Intern Reaper.

You are already a god of death, so what's the point of wondering how you died.

He doesn't have a name, and his superiors will only call him his number when assigning internship tasks.

He is number 13.

No. 13 is glad that the world after death is not as rigid as he thought. The god of death does not have to wear a black robe all the time, and does not have to carry a death scythe all the time... But when he has a job, he must wear a black robe and wear a death scythe. sickle.

After becoming the official Shinigami on the 13th, I just felt that this rule was nonsense, because there were not many people who were selected as trainee Shinigami, and finally became the official Shinigami. Everyone was assigned a wide area, and they were too busy every day. What are you talking about changing clothes?

His hard work in the Reaper's internship period has brought him a job that he never thought would exist before his death. Of course, in exchange for becoming an official Reaper, he will give up the internship period, which is considered a leisurely life.

The way they recover souls is simple.

It is to take away the soul of the dying person by kissing, provided that the dying person is willing to go with him.

Now that he's officially the Grim Reaper, he's faced with a tricky problem.

The problem is a soul that cannot be recycled smoothly.

No. 13 squatted in front of the window of the ward that still had a physical soul, sticking out his tongue out of boredom and making slight noises.

"Why are you still here?"

No. 13 looked aggrieved, "It's not you, if it weren't for you, my work in this district would have ended long ago."

"Can't you go back to your... working place first, see if there are other jobs, and finally come and take my soul when I am willing?"

No. 13 picked up the long work robe with both hands, and jumped from the window to the man's bed, "No, this is our rule. You must complete all the work in a region before accepting new tasks, although sometimes they will first Tell us what to do next time, but only if we know that we can't leave unfinished work to start the next job."

"Then you don't have to come every day."

"I want to see when you will say yes. What if I'm not here when you want? We stipulate that we can't force kiss you."

"Hahaha, you can't force a kiss hahaha!" The person on the bed leaned forward and backward with laughter, "What kind of strange rule is this!"

No. 13 looked at him inexplicably: "I don't feel like a patient, you are so energetic."

Jiang Lian lowered his head and gritted his teeth, then raised his head and smiled at him, "Let's return to the light."

"Really?" Number 13 was dubious.

Jiang Lian looked at him with a smile: "Shall we kiss then?"

No. 13 shook his head and took his hand, "No, you don't have to kiss the lips, you can do it yourself."

"So it's a rule that you can't force kiss?" Jiang Lian silently withdrew his hand.

"That's right... Actually, I don't know. My senior said that people who are about to die will always be very painful, and they can't deprive them of the last thought of wanting to live. Oh, this is of course a matter for the people above, even if they are about to die. Those who are still unwilling to go with us, and will not stay in this world for a long time, anyway, he told us to wait, and will eventually receive instructions." On the 13th, he looked at Jiang Lian on the hospital bed, and a sentence came to his lips Did not say it.

You are the first person I met, who is not willing to go with me, and I have no way to take you away.

"Hey, I've known you for three days and still don't know your name." Jiang Lian raised his chin towards him.

No. 13 sat down on the bed boredly, looked at him with pouted lips, "My name is No. 13."

"Is this also a name?" Jiang Lian frowned slightly, "It can only be regarded as a code name."

"I don't know!" Number 13 let out a long breath, "It's not up to me to decide."

The man smiled mischievously, "My name is..."

"I know your name, Jiang Lian." No. 13 patted his dusty black robe, "I am in charge of all the people who will die in this period in this district, and you are the last one on my list. If I can’t get rid of it, there will be a lump in my heart.”

Jiang Lian shrugged, and then suddenly leaned forward, "Hey, have you read "Death Note"?"

No. 13 tilted his head and thought for a while, "It seems that seniors have said..."

"It seems that I haven't seen it."

"what?"

"The notebook inside is very magical. Maybe you find such a notebook and write my name on it, and I will go with you."

"Impossible," No. 13 snorted, "It's not that simple. Could it be that if I say I don't like the death test and let it disappear, it will disappear? I'm so stubborn that I want you to go with me and you won't go with me." , write your name on a note, will you come with me? Besides, we have regulations..."

"Stop! I see, you have rules," Jiang Lian pouted, "Idiot." There is really no common language.Jiang Lian sighed in his heart.

No. 13 was dissatisfied, "I want to explain to you, but you still don't listen."

"I don't understand—" Jiang Lian drew his tone, emphasizing what he wanted to express.

Looking at the bored Grim Reaper on the bed who was waving his robe around with his fingers, Jiang Lian gently licked his lips.

After he was pushed out of the ICU for the second time, he returned to the ward, and when he woke up from a coma, he saw a 23-year-old boy in a black robe holding his sickle standing there with a tired face. In front of his own hospital bed.

Before Jiang Lian had time to think about who he was, that person said directly, "Are you willing to come with me?"

Before he could answer, he fell asleep again.

When he woke up, that person was still in his ward.

Seeing that he was awake, he excitedly ran from the dark corner to his bed and squatted down, "Will you come with me?"

Walk?what to go?

Jiang Lian felt that this person was simply inexplicable, so he silently looked at the boy in black robe carefully.

I don't know what suddenly came to mind, Jiang Lian's expression suddenly became a little distorted.

Jiang Lian cursed in his heart, he must have met the legendary god of death, right?

Could it be the god of death who will send him to the west with a sickle! ?

He opened his mouth, but found that his throat was extremely dry, the "Reaper" who was standing at the side probably saw his discomfort, picked up a glass of water from the cabinet in the ward and handed it to his mouth, "Come on, let me feed you. "

...It's really considerate.

He could feel warm water running from his esophagus into his stomach.

He gasped slightly, "Who are you?"

"I am Death."

"Is Death so young..."

"No, because our time is stopped at the moment of death," the person who called himself "Death" spread his hands, "There are many seniors who look younger than me, and my juniors must also have long hair." It has to look bigger than me."

From the time he came out of the ICU until he woke up, he hadn't seen his parents.But maybe they saw him weak, and his mother couldn't help crying, so my father took her home.

Jiang Lian closed his eyes and exhaled, "Why... can I see you?"

"Because I am in charge of you," said the "Reaper," "I was assigned to collect other people's souls in this area, and you are the last one."

"Aren't you really a prank kid?" Jiang Lian smiled helplessly, he was really afraid that he had hallucinations because of the obvious pain.

If you tell the doctor about meeting the Grim Reaper, there is no guarantee that the doctor will not treat him as crazy; if you tell the parents, they will think that he is terminally ill and become even more sad.

"Everyone who is dying can see me, you are not the first one, don't be too surprised. Besides, do you look at me like a child of thirteen or fourteen?"

He wants to say like.

This Grim Reaper has an indescribably childish arrogance, and is a little naive.

By the way, isn't the god of death the existence that harvests souls as soon as the scythe comes down without saying a word?

"No, no, our Reaper has long since ceased to work in such a tough way. We are adhering to the working philosophy of 'serving customers, everything for customers' to bring good news to customers. Well, this is what my predecessors said .Oh," that god of death scratched his head, "I'm sorry, because you have been silent for too long, I just, uh... read your thoughts... I'm sorry."

Jiang Lian waved his hand, "It's a fortuitous encounter to meet such a funny god of death before he dies."

"I've seen your conversations, and I understand what it means to be funny. But I don't think I'm stupid, and I'm not funny. Why do you say I'm funny?"

Jiang Lian pretended to think about it, "Because you are."

As a result, the god of death suddenly disappeared.

Jiang Lian scratched his head, he was just talking casually...

The next day, the god of death still came to his ward. Even though he was too tired to talk to him, the god of death still stayed by his side.

No. 13 would think about it when he was awake, and then asked him over and over again if he wanted to go with him, so that he could finish the tasks in this area quickly and then go back to accept new tasks.

He laughed at Reaper for being too professional, and Reaper blinked with innocence, "This is our rule. I have to work to become Reaper."

He really met a Grim Reaper.A serious and funny Grim Reaper.

——This was the last conclusion he came to when he saw No. 13 squatting on the window sill of his ward and looking at the back of the night sky before he fell asleep at night.

"As far as I know, you patients should lose their hair," No. 13 scratched his itchy ears, "It's always shown in TV dramas."

Jiang Lian touched his hair subconsciously, "It's not like this in all cases. I'm so handsome. Wouldn't it be ugly if my hair fell out? Umm... no, since I'm handsome, I'm still pretty without hair." handsome."

"If it's going to fall, you can't do anything about it," No. 13 gave Jiang Lian a blank look, and then repeatedly turned the sickle out and back it out in a very boring way, "it's like we can't decide your life or death." , we are only responsible for recovering souls, it is just a matter of time."

Jiang Lian looked at him, tilted his head, and pointed to the little yellow hair on the right side of his forehead, "You know what, this is a handful of hair I dyed. It used to be dark brown, I don't know why, dark brown It will turn yellow when it fades, so it’s a matter of time.”

No. 13 didn't quite understand what he wanted to express in this sentence. After hearing Jiang Lian's words, he only thought of a few days ago when he recovered the soul of an old man and returned to his superiors to explain his work. Then he bit his lower lip in a daze, and asked Jiang Lian, "Your hair...could it be dyed by Mr. Wang at the entrance of the village?"

"What hahaha!" Jiang Lian circled his other hand that was not in the bottle, and covered his mouth, "What kind of music do you gods of death usually listen to? Why do you even know this!" Jiang Lian laughed and asked. While frowning, he looked at number 13 with a pale face.

On the 13th, Jiang Lian still felt that Jiang Lian laughed inexplicably, "There is nothing interesting there, and it doesn't stop us from looking at things in the world anyway. I saw a lot of things during my internship, all of which belonged to your world, um... There’s another TV show called American Horror Story in your world, and the grim reaper in the second season works similarly to ours.”

"I've seen it."

Both of them were silent for a long time before Jiang Lian said with mixed feelings, "Your life is no different from that of the world. It may be a little more fun than ours. It's not like me, sitting here every day, except treatment is treatment."

"You won't be so boring if you come with me." No. 13 jumped onto Jiang Lian's hospital bed again, "Hey, why don't you come with me?"

Jiang Lian stared at the eyes that were looking straight at him, and did not answer the question asked on the 13th, "Is my dad the only one who came to see me these days? My mom didn't come?"

"Hey?" No. 13 didn't respond, "What?" He was taken aback for a moment before he said, "Yes, only your dad is here. Speaking of which, I have never seen your mother. When I come over occasionally at night I can only see your father."

On the 13th, I still don't understand why the superior didn't say anything about this situation, and just let him guard Jianglian for nearly two weeks.

He asked other seniors, and said that there were some who waited for two or three months, just to fulfill a girl's wish to meet her biological parents.Therefore, the less assigned tasks, the longer the delay, so the seniors are willing to be assigned more tasks rather than less, because it requires more patience.

But he doesn't care, anyway, this is how he works, and the length of time doesn't matter.

Jiang Lian licked his lips and helped No. 13 straighten his robe, "That's why I don't want to go with you yet."

Number 13 looked at him with wide eyes, "Do you just want to see your mother for the last time?"

"It's not just this reason, there is another reason," Jiang Lian smiled, "I don't want to tell you yet."

"Hey!" No. 13 looked angrily, "It's too bad to be so appetizing!"

"You are too stupid."

"...Tut." I just don't read your thoughts, hum.

"Hey you..."

"actually, I……"

They were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled, and finally Jiang Lian raised his hand to signal No. 13 to speak first.

Number 13 dialed a bunch of white hair on his forehead, "Actually, I should have a partner," he pouted, "It's just that I'm the last person in this batch. I should have a partner, but my There are only 12 people in the next batch, and the partners are always matched in pairs, and they all produce and sell themselves, leaving me alone."

"Then don't you ask them when you can have a partner?"

"I've asked, and they said they will arrange it if they have something." Number 13 lowered his head in frustration, and then raised it abruptly, "What did you want to say just now?"

"Can you fall in love?"

Number 13 opened his mouth and blinked, as if trying to think, "Why... not?"

"Is it really okay?"

"That's right, and usually they are partners together, in love or something. But there are also people who are not partners." He thought of No. 5 and No. 6 in the same batch, they were partners, and Senior D who was a batch earlier than him and Senior S.

Jiang Lian looked at No. 13's mouth that suddenly dropped, "Why, are you jealous that someone can fall in love?"

No. 13 raised his eyes, let out a breath, then lowered his head and clapped his hands on his knees, "No. I'm thinking when will I have my own partner, and when will you come with me..."

Jiang Lian lay back on the bed, turned his head and looked out the window, "When the time comes, I will go with you."

No. 13 opened his mouth and licked his lips with his tongue down, with a dejected look on his face, "When will it be, it's been a month..."

Jiang Lian smiled helplessly, and took the opportunity to change the subject, "Hey, don't you guys reclaim the souls of those who are dying? If you are in a relationship, will it not affect the two of you if you kiss?"

Hearing his words, No. 13 started to frown, and after a while he hesitated to say, "I don't know. I've seen seniors kissing, and it's all right. I don't know why we kissed the dying." People will recycle their souls, but kissing the same kind will not..."

In fact, Jiang Lian just asked casually, but No. 13 seemed to be entangled by himself.

Jiang Lian looked at No. 13's expression of frowning and thinking for a while, sighed with a smile, and fell asleep without knowing it.

"You really look good when you look at it carefully like this." No. 13 sat on the edge of Jiang Lian's bed with his head propped up and stared at his face.

Jiang Lian raised his eyebrows and looked down at him condescendingly, "Compliment me, I won't go with you now."

"You think of me too realistically." No. 13 pouted and shook his head, with a "no way" expression on his face, "Senior said that work should not be rushed, look, it's been a month or so, and I can't even Instead of urging you, you always remember that I want to take you away, as if it makes me want to force you. If it is reported to the top and they know, my work credit limit will be reduced. "

"Do you still have this thing?" Jiang Lian gently removed the pillow behind his waist and fell asleep slowly.

No. 13 conveniently helped him put the pillow aside, "Of course, we still have people who clock in at work, as well as those who are selected every year!"

"Is there any reward for being selected?" Jiang Lian closed his eyes, then opened them again, and turned to look at No. 13 lying beside the bed.

"Reward holiday." On the 13th, looking at Jiang Lian's tired face, he sighed, "It's not like you have to eat and sleep. Well, we can also eat and sleep, but these are not necessary for daily life. Because our god of death is working every day and has no time to rest at all. So the reward is a holiday. I have only been rewarded once, and it is just three days. But I haven’t used it yet, and I am going to collect what you said It must be so cool to use it up again after such a long summer vacation!"

The person on the bed didn't respond.

No. 13 went over and waved his hand in front of Jiang Lian.

Appears to be asleep.

On the 13th, he got up and went to the button to turn off the light, took a look back at Jiang Lian who was asleep, and then complained in a low voice, "...at least listen to me before going to bed."

Jiang Lian's spirit is getting worse day by day, and every time he is half-lived after chemotherapy, No. 13 wants to take him away immediately regardless of his wishes.

"Don't worry, wait a little longer." Jiang Lian turned around to persuade him instead.

Number 13 pouted again, "Hmph, anyway, it's you who suffers."

Jiang Lian licked his dry lips, "I'll ask the doctor to stop chemotherapy for me. If this continues, it's just a waste of family money."

Number 13 was taken aback, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

While Jiang Lian didn't want to go with him, he also wanted to give up the chance to stay in this world.

Number 13 frowned, and the question he wanted to ask turned into a lip licking in the end.

Anyway, he will go with him in the end.Whether you ask why or not, the result is the same.

Jiang Lian lay on the bed, looked at the white ceiling of the hospital, and gently inhaled the smell of the hospital's disinfectant, "My mother these days..."

No. 13 was in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he only heard the word Tian, ​​"God? What's wrong with the sky?"

Seeing his sudden awakening, Jiang Lian immediately thought he was a little cute, "It's okay, my dad came just now."

"Well," No. 13 interjected, "I saw him coming, so I didn't stay in the ward. I came in after your father left."

"..." Jiang Lian opened his mouth and said nothing.

On the 13th, he turned into a scythe and put his face on the cold handle of the stick, "So, what did your father tell you? It feels like after your father came, you were a little...well, quite out of your mind."

"...my dad agreed."

"Promise what?"

"Stop treating me."

Number 13 was silent for a while, and then asked cautiously, "...Should I be happy?"

Jiang Lian was a little dumbfounded, but his tone did not fully interpret this emotion, "You should be happy."

But Thirteen felt he shouldn't be happy.

The atmosphere in the ward became a little awkward.

No. 13 jumped to sit by the window of the ward, with one foot on the window sill and one foot hanging in the ward, leaning against the window frame, observing Jiang Lian lying on the bed from this angle.

If he is a healthy man, there must be many girls who like him.

On the 13th, he thought about the scene where Jiang Lian was surrounded by many girls, and for some reason he suddenly felt a little unhappy.

A gust of wind blew in from the window, and Jiang Lian's state of closing his eyes and resting his mind was interrupted. He habitually looked at the window next to him, and found that there was no number 13 sitting there who was always nagging at him.

He got up slightly and looked around the ward, and No. 13 was indeed not there.

He closed his eyes again, "Why don't you stay here..."

I'm so tired.

Jiang Lian thought.

The breathing in the ward gradually became calm, and the wind slipped into the ward and lifted a corner of the white thin quilt, and also blew half of the bitter medicine smell in the ward.

It was already afternoon when I woke up again today.

Jiang Lian squinted and turned his head to look at the window, the sunlight pierced his eyes just at the angle at which he turned his head.

The 13th is not there yet.

This was the second time he didn't see number 13 after he opened his eyes.

Did he leave?

But didn't he say that this is work, and he can't leave without finishing it?

Jiang Lian was so tired that he didn't want to move at all, so he opened his eyes halfway and closed them again.

"...I heard the doctor at the hospital say that you probably won't survive this week."

The voice of No. 13 sounded suddenly, and it sounded a little ethereal.It is estimated that it entered the ward with the wind.

Jiang Lian barely opened his eyes, and he could tell from the voice that he had no strength, "It doesn't matter..."

He added, "Probably, I can go with you in a few days."

On the 13th, he hummed, "Even if you don't want to go with me, you have to go with me for a few days." His tone was so serious that Jiang Lian had never heard before, "The higher-ups ordered that you must be taken away within five days."

"So..." Jiang Lian dragged his tone, "Did you go back these two days..."

"Well, they arranged a new job for me," he paused, "after the task of taking you back is completed."

"...Just these two days." Jiang Lian closed his eyes and gently breathed the oxygen in the ventilator, "You can... it's over."

"It's you who ends up." Number 13 said.

Jiang Lian's weak heartbeat curve was still displayed on the screen, but he had already fallen asleep and did not respond.

There was still a handful of yellow hair on Jiang Lian's forehead. Although he lost a lot of hair, it didn't affect the overall senses.

On the 13th, he walked to Jiang Lian's bed and lowered his voice, "That's right, you still look good even if you are bald."

He had to admit that Jiang Lian was really good-looking.

Knowing that the work is about to end, and the mood on the 13th is no longer impetuous, he will calm down and observe Jiang Lian.Facts have proved that Jiang Lian's narcissism is narcissism, but he still has the capital to be narcissistic.

"It's a pity," No. 13 stared at Jiang Lian on the bed, "She looks so good-looking, so many people must like it."

Number 13 sighed helplessly, and then disappeared in the ward.

"You've been a little serious these days..." Jiang Lian leaned on the bed and looked at No. 13 sitting by the window, "I feel like a different person. Are you really No. 13?"

No. 13 habitually gave Jiang Lian a blank look, "It's just the first time for me... well, I'm a little bit reluctant."

"It's a pleasure to get along with you." Number 13 pulled out the sickle, then retracted it, turned it out, and retracted it again.

"You don't like me, do you?" Jiang Lian joked.

"how is this possible."

"Wow, maybe I hit the spot but you don't know it? It's very simple to like someone, otherwise there wouldn't be such a word as 'love at first sight'?"

Surprisingly this time, No. 13 did not refute, he only said one thing: "Tomorrow, you have to leave with me."

Jiang Lian fell silent, his face was still pale, but he was much more energetic, "I see."

"Aren't you going to bed this afternoon?" Number 13 asked.

"After stopping the treatment, the pain became more painful, I was not so tired, and I couldn't sleep because of the pain. But I can bear it." Jiang Lian raised one corner of his mouth, "My mother will come in the afternoon. After seeing her, I will follow you Walk."

No. 13 moved his lips, "You..." He closed his mouth and said hesitantly, "You can just follow me tomorrow."

"The longer you stay, the more reluctant you will be?" Jiang Lian took a breath, but it seemed that the pain in his body deepened. He couldn't help but tightly closed his eyes, accompanied by a deep frown.

No. 13 smiled, "Really." He added, "If I unplug the ventilator now, will you die immediately?"

"I think I can last until my mother comes." Jiang Lian's voice was a little muffled.

"It's really persistent."

"It's necessary." He dragged on the 13th for more than a month, and he was also for this day.

"It's one month, three weeks and six days, including today's words." No. 13 said quietly.

"Don't get into my head like Charles did."

"Who?"

"Charles Xavier, Professor X from X-Men."

"have not seen."

"... You can go and see it when you have time." Jiang Lian smiled weakly.

"How about I get into your head and talk to you, so you don't have to bother talking to me."

"No." Jiang Lian closed his eyes and tilted his head to one side, "I can still hold on."

"It's really stubborn." Number 13 bent down, resting his elbows on his thighs to support his head.

"Let me ask you...after you recover your soul...where does the soul go?" Jiang Lian asked.

No. 13 held his head and rolled his eyes, "I don't really know, it should be some people who were taken in by various organizations to do coolies or work for a serious job like mine... In addition to the god of death, there are other things. The death mystery book and the like are to organize the information of those souls and inform which souls should be accepted by a higher level of death."

"I'm very glad that I'm the God of Execution, so I don't have to use my brain, just move my mouth. Some people who are not selected will be washed away and reborn from memory. If it takes too much saliva, just call it God of Misfortune."

"Their organization is considered to be beautiful, but their personalities are very bad. Although the gods in the God of Evil organization are all good gods, they have too bad personalities. They just transport misfortune to everyone who is selected. The so-called bad luck Advent.” Stall No. 13, “I don’t know many institutions, and I don’t know people from other institutions. Knowing that the God of Misfortune was just one time before he went to recover a soul, he found that a God of Misfortune had brought bad luck to a driver. Then he died in a car accident, and that guy happened to be on my list."

"Hunger, sickness, unemployment, international wars are all good things they did, but they are also ordered by their superiors." On the 13th, he glanced at Jiang Lian who was a little drowsy, "I'm sure the God of Misfortune must have come to you... "

"You let me, let me know these things, aren't you afraid that I will say it later..."

"After recovering your soul, no matter whether you are selected or not, your memory will be washed away. I don't remember how I died. Anyway, the end result is the same, so what are you afraid of?"

"Number 13..." Jiang Lian called him, "Stay here and wait for my mother with me..."

"Didn't you never want me to appear before?" No. 13 pouted, "Why do you still let me accompany you now?"

Jiang Lian snorted weakly, "I don't want to explain to you."

It's because I'm afraid that I'll never be willing to part with this world. On the 13th, I remembered what Jiang Lian said before.

"Although your memory will be washed out later, I still want to tell you something." Number 13 said.

"You're right, I like you a lot."

Jiang Lian closed his eyes and smiled, "Thank you."

"If we are people from the same world, I might like you if you work harder. After all, you appear in front of me every day." Jiang Lian said.

"You are too easy to like people."

"I didn't have... those concepts... I like men and women who are younger than me... I like them..." Jiang Lian said intermittently.

After waiting for a long time, he said again: "Just as long as you like it..."

On the 13th, she jumped out of the window and walked to Jiang Lian's bed, and put one hand on Jiang Lian's forehead, "Save some strength and wait for your mother to come, don't talk to me."

"Um……"

Number 13 stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

He thought that Jiang Lian just wanted to take a look at his mother, but he didn't expect that there was such a reason.

Jiang Lian's mother married his father when he was a teenager and gave birth to him.Even though his mother looks very young, she is only in her 40s, but she is considered an advanced maternal age.

No. 13 squatted on the windowsill and exhaled softly.

In Jiang Lian's arms is Jiang Lian's younger brother, a newborn brother.

He was waiting for this younger brother, for his birth.

Even if he is gone in the future, his parents will still have a child who can accompany them, and they will not be so lonely in the future.

On the 13th, I looked at the pale Jiang Lian in the ward, his ruddy brother who was still sleeping in his arms, Jiang Lian's mother who was wearing the same hospital gown as him, and his mother who was hugging his mother beside him. dad.

No. 13 looked away, lowered his head, and suddenly felt his eyes itchy.

He blinked unnaturally, then rubbed his itchy eyes with his hands, and patted his cheeks with both hands to refresh himself.

He squatted on the window sill, looking at the family.

Moved by it.

The lights are on.

In the ICU, there was only a pale light.

"Are you leaving?" No. 13's voice wandered in his head.

Jiang Lian half-closed his eyes and used his remaining consciousness to look at the doctors and nurses shaking under the operating light, but he could only see some vague shadows.

"Hmm." No. 13 heard Jiang Lian's consciousness say.

No. 13 was dressed in black, holding a sickle, standing beside the operating table of Jiang Lian, who was lying flat.

He didn't speak, but lowered his head, ready to touch Jiang Lian's forehead with his lips.

But when there was only a few centimeters left, he paused, took a step back, kept bending over, and kissed Jiang Lian's lips.

When he stood up, Jiang Lian's soul was already standing beside him.

"You really took advantage of everything." Jiang Lian was referring to kissing him on the 13th.

No. 13 stared at Jiang Lian for a while, and then slowly said, "Are you ready to go with me?"

"My soul is already here," Jiang Lian turned to look at the calm heartbeat curve on the machine, "Even if I don't go with you, I can't help it."

He saw the doctor who said sorry to his parents, and he saw the crying mother who almost couldn't stand still, but he couldn't comfort her.

Jiang Lian turned his head away from his parents, who were no longer in touch, and blinked vigorously with his back to No. 13.

"Let's go." Jiang Lian clenched his fists.

Number 13 grabbed his arm, "You close your eyes."

After confirming that Jiang Lian closed his eyes, No. 13 disappeared from the ward with his soul.

Life on the 13th resumed the rhythm of retrieving four or five souls a day, flying around, busy and fulfilling.

Occasionally he would be in a daze, recalling a ward where he stayed for nearly two months, and recalling the patient in the ward who said that he was still handsome even if he lost all his hair. Every time No. 13 thinks of it, he will chuckle, and his expression will become much more relaxed.

After he brought Jiang Lian's soul to the processing office of the headquarters, he went to the headquarters office to explain the work, and Jiang Lian disappeared when he came back.

At that time, No. 13 felt empty in his heart, and he was stunned for a while at the door of the headquarters office before recovering.

He finally understood what some seniors said, "When recycling other people's souls, they may also take away their own souls." Doesn't he look like a lost soul now?

He didn't know what would happen to Jiang Lian.That's why I feel more anxious.

He actually fell in love with the soul he wanted to recycle.

After he didn't know how many sighs, a hand suddenly patted his shoulder.

"What are you doing? Sighing all the time."

Number 13 looked back, "It's you."

No. 12 shook his head and raised his eyebrows, "It's me."

No. 13 was lying on the railing of the corridor of the office building, watching the Grim Reaper walking around in the building, without speaking.

"What are you doing? I remember that after you came back three months ago, your whole person was a little different. Why, did you like the soul you recovered?"

No. 13 turned around abruptly, "You, how do you know?"

"There are many examples like this, and you are not the first one. And you can guess it from your appearance."

"..." No. 13 pouted.

"Perhaps you can ask Senior Gong who was forgotten in that class. I remember that one is in charge of these soul places. You can ask him to take you in to see it." No. 12 waved his hand.

"Don't you need a pass?"

"If you have a relationship, you don't need a pass, and it's not a confidential matter, it's just a more serious matter. Let me think about it..." No. Senior, she is in charge."

No. 12 looked up at the clock on the wall behind him, "You can go to her before she leaves!" No. 12 pushed his shoulder.

"Forget it, even if I know, if I want to be reborn, I can't help it. If I want to work, I may not be assigned to the god of death. Besides, he won't remember me." Number 13 sighed.

Number 12 shrugged, "I'm just giving a suggestion."

After walking a few steps on the 12th, he turned back, "Hey, are you coming to the orientation party this weekend?"

On the 13th, he thought of the welcome party when he first entered the Death Organization last year, and quickly shook his head, "You guys are so crazy, forget it, I don't want to be hit by a steak again."

No. 12 frowned and patted him, "This time, there is a fresh and tender little god of death coming over, of course he won't be so crazy. Come on, you are the only one left in our batch."

"I'm still falling out of love..." It means that if I don't want to join in the fun, I'd better stay alone.

"Just take this opportunity to repair your soul!" No. 12 hugged No. 13's shoulders, "Thirteen~"

"Okay, okay, I'm so numb, I'll go if I'm okay."

"1807 Entertainment Center in District M!"

"M1807, right, remember."

"Waiting for you~"

"Go to your home No. 11!" No. 13 waved at No. 12 who was leaving in disgust.

On the 13th, as if thinking of something, he suddenly had a glimmer of hope. What if Jiang Lian... was here?

Number 13 was counted back and forth several times.

10 people... There are 10 newcomers present, but there is no Jianglian.

Thirteen sighed.

How can it be so easy to get what you want.

No. 13 drank beer silently in the corner of the sofa, watching the bunch of gods of death go crazy there.

No. 12 was crazy enough and walked back, and sat next to No. 13, "Why, you're not interested until you see your sweetheart?"

Number 13 nodded bluntly.

"Forget it," No. 12 sighed, "you can go back to the dormitory."

"Oh, right, the new batch, I heard the rumor from Senior B, one of them may be your partner."

No. 13 glanced at the group of newcomers, "Whatever."

"This batch is named by color. You see, the ones counted from there are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, white and grey."

"Understood, one of them will move to my dormitory by then, right? Have they moved in now?"

No. 12 nodded, "Then you go back first, your dead appearance is really suitable for the appearance of the god of death imagined by human beings."

No. 13 gave him a blank look, "Go back."

"Take care of yourself